"Well, I wonder how the girl feels about this cold jade bow?" The man in Tsing Yi asked.

"Okay, right? How many spars? She plans to buy this bow back, anyway, Xuanyuan Yichen also gave her a ring of spars before, and now she is a little rich woman.

The man gestured a finger, and Ziyue looked shocked and said, "A thousand crystals? ”

The man shook his finger, "No! Not a thousand, but a million! ”

"A million?" She shouted, and at the same time, all the people in the store who were looking at the weapons turned their heads to look at her, and she smiled at everyone embarrassedly, "Sorry, sorry to interrupt!" ”

Everyone shook their heads, and then selected weapons, and Ziyue looked at the man in Tsing Yi angrily, "One million, you might as well grab it!" ”

"How can the girl say this, the 10,000-year-old Xuanbing cold jade is not easy to obtain, presumably the girl should know, and this million is already the cheapest."

"That's right, one million is indeed not much, this 10,000-year-old Xuanbing Cold Jade is indeed worth it, but the grade of this bow is not worthy of this value!" She observed for a moment, this cold jade bow was indeed a very good magic weapon in the eyes of others, but as a refiner, she felt that it was a complete waste of material to be refined into a low-grade aura.

"Oh? Spiritual weapons are extremely rare in the cultivation realm, and this bow is already a low-grade spiritual weapon, why do you think it's not worth it? ”

"The release of cold qi is a kind of harm to the user, I think this bow must need a very strong spiritual power to back it up, in order to pull this bow apart, and ordinary cultivators, one arrow will completely drain the power of the whole body. Although the material is good, it is not the ideal magic weapon for cultivators. If there is no problem, you will not sell such a divine weapon, will you? ”

"That's right!" The man smiled awkwardly, thinking that she would not buy this bow again, but heard her continue: "I want this bow, but the price needs to be negotiated?" ”

"No problem, 800,000? What do you think? The man in Tsing Yi seemed to want to get rid of this weapon as soon as possible, and as soon as he bargained, he directly lost 200,000 spars.

Ziyue: "Fifty, that's the most." No more, I don't have any! ”

Man in Tsing Yi: "700,000!" ”

Ziyue: "400,000!" ”

Man in Tsing Yi: "600,000!" ”

Ziyue: "Three hundred thousand!" More than that. ”

"500,000 is 500,000. Deal! The man no longer lowered the price, and if he still told her, in the end, she might not want it and just leave. Then you can't throw away this hot potato.

Originally. This ice bow was made by this man secretly with his father's treasure. As a result, he was refined, and he was punished to come here to be a junior, when to sell this ice bow. When will I be able to go back to the original materials?

Ziyue pondered for a moment and said, "Five hundred thousand, yes, but among those discarded weapons, can you let me choose a weapon?" ”

"No problem, it's a discarded, useless weapon anyway." The man agreed, and as a result, Ziyue spent a thousand top-grade spars to buy this cold jade bow and the broken arrow in the corner.

A fox-like woman left with a smile on her face, and the man secretly congratulated himself that he had finally thrown the hot potato out. But she didn't know that the broken arrow she took away was the real valuable thing, of course, at this time, Ziyue didn't know it either.

After Ziyue returned, she stayed in the room to tinker with the broken arrow, and the cold jade bow that cost a thousand top-grade crystals was casually discarded on the bed by her, and the moonlight was like a flower, pouring on the eaves, through the transparent roof, and shining directly on the broken arrow that she had studied for a day but still did not know the secret.

I saw the moonlight surging, and above the broken arrow, an ancient pattern floated out. The pattern is very similar to the birthmark on her chest, except that the crescent moon on the pattern is blood-red, and underneath the crescent moon is a blood-colored arrow. The arrow points to the sky, not silent or humble, as if it is provoking the heavens.

"What does this picture mean?" Ziyue looked at the pattern circulating in the moonlight in shock, but she still didn't understand what it had to do with the broken arrow, and the broken arrow did not reveal the mysterious aura that attracted her.

"By the way, some weapons in the cultivation realm are sacrificed with blood, maybe this one is the same?" As soon as she thought of it, she did the same, and directly cut her wrist, and the blood couldn't stop flowing downward.

Having just come into contact with her blood, Broken Arrow was like a hungry child, sucking her blood. As the blood poured in, the pitch-black broken arrow began to change, the black color was receding, and the body of the arrow, which looked like a broken arrow on the surface, also changed.

Her face grew paler and paler as blood poured out, but everything was out of her control, her body seemed to be imprisoned, and blood poured madly into the broken arrows.

Her body began to spasm, her whole body trembled, and as the blood passed, her face became more and more pale, looking like a blank sheet of paper, and she would fall when the wind blew.

Her consciousness was blurred, she couldn't see the future, it was pitch black in front of her, she couldn't see the moonlight that was constantly projecting in, her head was also groggy, the vitality in her body was passing with the flow of blood, and at the last moment when she thought her soul was going to be out of the sky, the arrows that had completely changed into red began to pump back power into her body.

The devoured blood continued to flow back, and the empty veins were instantly filled. Ziyue took a breath, lay on the side of the bed weakly, and said secretly: "It's good that I didn't continue to smoke, otherwise I would really explain here." ”

She picked up the arrow that had fallen to the ground, not believing her eyes at all, where was the shadow of a broken arrow, which was clearly the true face of this arrow.

The arrow is only one foot long, and the red light on it is circulating, and the immortal qi is entwined. The arrow feathers are made of the feathers on the tail feathers of the blood phoenix, and the size of her hand is completely beyond her imagination.

She kept rubbing the arrow that she had exchanged for her life, and the corners of her mouth whispered: "Although I don't know how powerful you are, I will treat you as a part of my life." ”

Arrow Feather heard her murmur and shook slightly, as if in response to her words.

When she rubbed the position of the arrow feather, she felt a little uneven, and when she looked into it, she saw the word "killing the moon".

"Moon-killing arrows, you will call them moon-killing arrows in the future!"

After hearing her words, the Moonkiller Arrow trembled again, and at this time she believed that she was not mistaken, this arrow was already psychic, and she could understand what she said, it seemed that she had really picked up a treasure.

"Having arrows without a bow is also a painful performance, so it's better to refine this cold jade bow again, and it can barely be used as a bow for moon-killing arrows!" She put away the Moon-Killing Arrow, turned around and saw the Hanyu Bow still lying on the bed, intending to refine it again.

Time flew by, and when Xuanyuan Yichen walked into the room, he happened to see her stroking the cold jade bow that had just been refined. After refining, the bow body is crystal clear, and a faint fluorescence flows on the bow body, refracting a cold light. The whole bow body has no initial cold pressing, and all the cold is restrained.

The whole bow looks unpretentious, but its power is amazing.

If it weren't for the fact that this had been refined before, it would definitely have been refined into an immortal weapon, but even so, it had reached the peak of the best spiritual weapon. Moreover, because when she re-refined it, she added some other genius earth treasures to refine this bow into an evolutionary spirit weapon. (To be continued......)